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The Fiancé Agreement

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by McKenna Rogue


  She smiled softly. “Like we enjoyed last night?”

  “I wasn’t just thinking that, but it’s hard to deny that I had fun.” I pressed a kiss to her cheek and carefully adjusted her robe, so that I didn’t get distracted by those full, heavy breasts that I wanted to memorize. “But I also just like spending time with you. You’re smart, so quick, and when you let your guard down and really have fun, you’re breathtaking.”

  Helena blushed and looked down. “It’s easy to let my guard down with you.” She stood and glanced down at the wet spot on my shirt from her braid. “I guess if we’re going to bed, I should get pajamas on. And I’m sure you want some time in the bathroom?”

  I bit my lip and tugged on the tie to her robe, pulling her closer as the knot loosened but didn’t completely come undone. “You don’t have to wear pjs if you don’t want to. I loved waking up with you naked in my arms.”

  She looked down at me, her hands lingering on my forearms, as if she were trying to stop me. Or goad me further. “You did?”

  Nodding, I stood, pulling her into my arms and taking away any space between us. “I won’t lie to you, Helena. About anything.” I kissed her cheek, even though I wanted to claim her mouth, tease her tongue as I kissed her, maybe even use that braid as a grip to take what I wanted.

  Instead, I stepped around her and said quickly, “I’ll just be a minute. Go ahead and get into bed. Umm, I’ve got to charge the batteries, so we should probably say goodnight now, unless you want to keep the lights on and talk for a while?”

  “I’d like that.” She smiled as she signed, “If you wanted to sleep naked too, I wouldn’t stop you.”

  Chuckling, I headed into the bathroom before my cock was entirely hard, and I needed to take it into my own hands to relieve the pressure.

  I wished there were a way I could take Helena’s fears away, a way I could show her just how incredible she was, how amazingly strong she was. But since I doubted she was in a place to hear it, I just focused on getting ready for bed, internally debating whether I should strip bare for her again.

  Would she be interested in more sex? I hadn’t told her about the condoms, and unless she suddenly decided to rifle through the nightstand, there was no way she’d find them, but I liked knowing they were there. I liked knowing that if we wanted to go there again, there wouldn’t be anything holding us back.

  The light was still on when I stepped out of the bathroom, bare except for my boxer briefs, and as I padded across the wooden floor, I smiled at her.

  She was propped up with pillows, her e-reader in hand, but as soon as she saw me, she set it aside and pulled back the covers to my side of the bed.

  Before I slid in, she signed, “Decided not to go naked?”

  I chuckled and shook my head. “It’s probably best if we have something between us. Sometimes I let my hands do the talking, and they have a bad habit of wandering.”

  She smirked and sat up, letting the sheet fall away, revealing those perfect breasts I was already having a hard time not thinking about. “Should I put something on then?”

  “Don’t you dare.” I crawled into bed next to her, and pulled her hips against mine, letting my hands linger just a bit too long on her ass before I reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I like you naked. All soft curves pressed against me.”

  She ran her hand down my arm, over my back, and up to my shoulder. She said out loud, or maybe she mouthed it, “I like you naked too.”

  Leaning forward, I pressed a soft kiss to her nose. “Maybe later. Right now, I just want you in my arms. I’m sure you had a long day, and since we get to make our own plan tomorrow, I might just have to keep you in bed in the morning.”

  She leaned back to sign, “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.”

  I shrugged and pulled her back in close, reaching up to turn off the light. I could’ve talked to her all night, just so that it wouldn’t end, but I wasn’t doing a good job of keeping my cock in check, and if I kept looking at her, if we kept the light on, with her body pressed this close to mine, there was no way I’d be able to keep my distance.

  There was no way I’d be able to keep my hands or mouth off her.

  And I had a feeling the more I kissed her, the more she let me fuck her, the harder it was going to be for me to walk away when this week was over. I already had a hard time remembering the fact that she was wearing my ring, that she was in my arms, acting like she loved me, only to trick her family.

  Once the family was gone, once she was headed back to Austin, to her real life, to find a man worthy of her, of her love, I’d have to go back to New York. And the pit I’d fall back into would be so much deeper than the one she brought me out of.

  Helena fell asleep on my chest, her hand on my stomach and one thigh thrown over my legs, just shy of my cock.

  Asking her to sleep naked had seemed like such a good idea at the time, but now, with the lights off and the world silent, I was quickly regretting the decision.

  18

  Helena

  I woke up with the sun coming in through the balcony, and for the first time, I managed to be up before Gio.

  Well, before most of him.

  One part was very awake, pressed against the crease of my ass. And his fingers were just shy of my pussy, as if he was trying to start something in his sleep. The other hand was wrapped around my breast, clinging to me as if he was afraid I was going to run away.

  Carefully, I rolled over, taking the time to admire him in the early morning light, without anyone else noticing.

  He could’ve easily been a model, or on the cover of a romance novel, with that square jaw and his perfect chest. I would’ve probably clicked on any book with his body on the front.

  Curious, I wondered what he’d do if I started something.

  Logically, I knew I shouldn’t. We didn’t have any protection, and even if we did, if Pisa was any indication, I would not be able to be quiet with his mouth on me, or his dick inside me. The last thing I needed was my sister or Mom to hear us going at it like a couple of horny teenagers.

  Still, as I slid my hand down his abs, my focus wasn’t on being safe, or being quiet. I wanted more of what we had in Pisa. I wanted more of his big, thick cock, and I wanted to feel like a sex goddess. I wanted to come with him. I wanted his hands all over me.

  And I wanted to make him come too. I wanted him to be so lost in desire, just for me, that he couldn’t help himself.

  Just before my hand made it to the waistband of Gio’s boxers, his fingers wrapped around my wrists and he pulled them up, pressing soft kisses to each of my fingertips before he even opened his eyes.

  As he released my hands, he mouthed, “Good morning.”

  We were too close for sign, and without his microphones, I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear me, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t still communicate with him. I gently nudged him onto his back, moving over him to straddle his thighs, my entire top half exposed to him in the sunlight, and I leaned down to kiss him.

  It started slow, just a meeting of our lips together. His hand came up and wrapped around the braid he’d twisted my hair into, tugging a little as his tongue slicked across my lower lip, demanding entrance.

  Who was I to try to deny him? I opened to him, shifting my hips to rub against his length. I knew he’d be able to feel my wet heat through the fabric. I wanted him to know that he wasn’t the only one turned on this morning.

  I just hoped that was for me, and not just because of early morning blood flow.

  The hand that hit my ass was a good sign, a quick spank followed by his fingers digging into the soft flesh there. He held me against him, his other hand still wrapped around my braid, as he thrust up against me.

  With a groan, he broke our kiss, only to press his lips to my neck and down, until his tongue looped around one of my nipples, teasing it with slow twirls and quick flicks.

  His hand slid from my hair, and I arched up, giving him easier ac
cess to my breasts as I continued to rock my hips against him. I was half-sure I could make myself come just from the friction of his cock sliding against my pussy.

  The squeak of a drawer on the nightstand drew my attention, and I watched as Gio groped around.

  I slid my hand down his arm and reached in to grab the black and gold box. I didn’t know when he’d picked the condoms up, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain that we had them. Sitting up, I ripped open the package, sending a couple of foil-wrapped rubbers flying in my haste.

  Gio chuckled and picked one up, looking at me before he signed, “Are you sure?”

  I quickly made a fist and shook it up and down in the sign for yes. Or, in this case, probably yes, yes, yes.

  He lifted his hips and pushed his boxers down just enough for his cock to pop free.

  I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking up and down a few times, enjoying the chance to explore his body as much as he had explored mine. He was thick, long, and so damn tempting, I almost wanted to just lift my hips and take him inside me, condom or no. Snatching the foil package from him, I carefully sheathed him, going slow, watching his face as his eyes closed and his lips parted slightly, as if letting me put this condom on was going to make him come undone.

  When I rose up and positioned him at my entrance, his eyes snapped open again, and he looked down, watching as his length disappeared inside me.

  Either he was bigger this morning than he was the last time or being on top made him feel bigger. Either way, I was stretched wide, full to the brim.

  Gio’s hands went to my hips, shifting them back and forth, up and down, moving me in ways that he enjoyed, taking control even though I was on top.

  His eyes roved over my body, watching everywhere. Instead of making me feel exposed, self-conscious, or worried about how things were jiggling with the rough motion of my hips, his gaze on me had quite the opposite effect. I felt sexy. Powerful. And it was easy to believe everything he said, all the compliments he’d paid me, when he looked at me with so much heat in his eyes.

  I leaned down, tangling my fingers in his hair as I pressed my breasts back into his face, wanting him to lick, to suck. I wanted his mouth everywhere. I wanted his hands everywhere.

  And I absolutely didn’t want to ever let his cock leave me again.

  Every thrust, every rock of my hips against his, was so damn hot, I was already close to climaxing. I slowed my hips, keeping him deep, as I sat up again, pressing my palms to his chest.

  The diamond on my finger sparkled in the sun, and I bit my lip, imagining a life where this could be my every morning. A life where I could fuck and be fucked, where the man I loved looked at me with this much fire burning in his eyes, hot just for me.

  Gio’s hands slid up to cup my breasts, to take their weight into his palms and let his thumb tease over my nipples, and as he pinched both of them between his fingers, I let out a noise that no other lover had ever pulled from my lips. A sound that belonged in a porno, more than it belonged in my bed.

  I knew I was flooding his cock, probably soaking him, I was so turned on.

  I leaned down again and kissed him, wanting to tell him how hot he was, wanting to show him how close I was, without words.

  His hands gripped my ass again, and I let out a squeak of surprise as he flipped us over, so that I was on my back.

  His dick slipped out of me, and I groaned in protest, even as he pulled me to the end of the bed and stood, lining himself up to push in again. I didn’t know what happened to his boxer briefs, if he’d kicked them off or if they fell as he stood, but I didn’t care, as long as I got to stare at all his hot body.

  Placing my ankle on his shoulder, he filled me with one deep thrust, and one hand stayed on my shin, and the other slid under me, gripping my ass hard as he fucked me, taking me hard and rough with every stroke of his cock.

  I reached up, gripping the sheets above my head, stretched out for him, for his hungry gaze, letting him take my body in any way he wanted, as long as he kept his cock inside me.

  When I was close, I wrapped my other leg around his waist, digging my heel into his ass, keeping him close, urging him on deeper, faster, harder.

  I bit my fist to keep from screaming as my orgasm ripped through me.

  Gio slowed, but he didn’t pull from me. He didn’t let go of my ankle or my ass, gripping and massaging like it was an anchor, keeping him from blowing his load right along with my climax. His thrusts just added to my orgasm, keeping me in it, pushing me deeper.

  As I finally relaxed, not clenching so hard around him, he pulled out again, and grabbed my hand, helping me sit up.

  Intrigued, I let him pull me to my feet and lead me into the bathroom.

  He quickly put on one of his microphones before he positioned me at the counter, palms pressed down on either side of the sink, my ass in the air. He wrapped my braid around his hand, angling my head up until I met his eyes in the mirror, and then he slid his cock down the crease of my ass and then over my wet pussy. “I wanted to hear you when you come this time.”

  God, why was that hot?

  His hand slid around my thigh, slicking over my clit in slow circles as he lined up and thrust back into my needy pussy, filling me, pulling me back against his hips until he bottomed out inside me. I watched his eyes in the mirror as he fucked me hard and fast, so roughly all I could do was hold on and take him again and again.

  Everywhere on my body seemed to shake, from my breasts swinging from the force of his cock slamming into me again and again, to my knees that were going weak from the intensity of the fire growing low in my core.

  Gio watched me in the mirror as he claimed me, pulling my hair, teasing my clit, owning my body with the force of his cock. He bent and pressed a kiss to the curve of my neck before he sucked there, giving me the first hickey I’d had since high school.

  Something about knowing I’d be wearing his mark sent me spiraling. My vision blurred, and I could’ve sworn I saw stars, gripping the sink tightly as I felt him pulse inside me, his own climax seemingly brought on by mine. I screamed out my release, not even bothering to silence it, wanting him to hear it all.

  Gio froze, deep inside me, as he slowly untangled his hand from my braid and his hands shifted to my hips and then back up to my breasts, pulling me up against him.

  He pressed a soft kiss to the spot where I could already see the hickey rising to the surface, and he smiled widely. “That’s a hell of a way to wake up.”

  The laugh that escaped my lips was husky and a little hoarse, and I ran my hands up to cover his on my breasts. Looking at us in the mirror together, still feeling him semi-hard inside me, I knew I was falling hard for this man, for the gorgeous guy wrapped around me. “I couldn’t help myself. You weren’t lying when you said your hands like to wander.”

  He kissed my cheek and slowly pulled from me, taking just a step back, putting hardly any space between us, but it was enough that I felt empty without him.

  I turned, looking him up and down, smiling softly. “You bought condoms.”

  Gio laughed as he tied off the rubber and tossed it in the trashcan next to the toilet. “I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but I wanted to be prepared.” He reached for me, pressing another kiss to my lips, not as hungry as before, but still, I could feel need behind it. “And they seem to have come in handy.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned. “I think we could make use of at least one or two more before this wedding is over.”

  Gio smirked as his hands slid down over my ass. “How about we shower and then we can figure out breakfast?”

  “Together?”

  “Is there any other way?” He grinned and smacked my butt as he stepped toward the tub.

  I watched as he turned on the water, admiring the view of his naked, muscular body as he moved around the space with ease. I still couldn’t quite believe he was here with me, that he touched me, kissed me, and made me feel like a sex kitten all the
time.

  “You coming over here, or am I going to have to wash my own back?”

  I hurried over and he held open the curtain for me, helping me in before he stepped back, removed his microphone again, and then joined me.

  Gio’s hands were only marginally chaste as we showered, close together in the tub.

  It was hard to complain though, as every touch, every caress made me feel loved, cherished, cared for.

  “Oh, Helena, I’m sorry.”

  Sorry? I turned and looked at him, signing, “What for?”

  He bit his lip and then signed back almost sheepishly, “You have bruises on your butt. I think I grabbed a little hard.”

  I twisted, trying to see what he was talking about, but without a mirror, I was going to have to take his word for it. I looked back at him and laughed. “Collateral damage, I guess.”

  Gio pulled me in close and shook his head, running his fingers down over my ass again. “I’d be lying if I claimed I didn’t think it’s hot that you’re wearing my marks.”

  Leaning into him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hear me, I murmured, “It’s so fucking hot. I really like it when you’re rough.”

  He pulled back, looking down at me. “What?”

  I shook my head and signed, “Nothing. We should probably head out, unless you want to just stay in the shower all day.”

  “Don’t tempt me.”

  As we got ready, I couldn’t help but keep looking over at him. He was so damn hot, so casually easy as he moved around like he owned the place.

  And it seemed like every minute I spent with him, the closer we got to the wedding, the deeper I was falling for him.

  Despite my best efforts, I was completely falling for my fake fiancé.

  19

  Giovanni

  Helena and I decided before we headed out that it was a good idea to pack a bag, just in case we decided not to come back here before the rehearsal dinner.

 

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